Below is the poem entitled When Love Does Not Spell Passion which was written by poet
Wilson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The essence of the charcoaled clouds enwraps me in it's gloom.
While thoughts of slanted sunrays try to wrest me from this doom.
My baby said he loves me but he's just not in love.
And I am darkened with thoughts akin to the sky above.
Don't I deserve the magic that a stirred passion can render?
the melting of a fiery kiss that tastes so very tender?
Light in his eyes that looks like me ,my laugh sketched on his soul.
This is my most fervent wish, my ultimate love goal.
The man says we shall never marry, he's just not the kind
to settle down forever with no one else on his mind.
Sometime soon I'll fade away to a bleak but well known land
where I can grow old with myself and invent lovers grand.
Until then I'll smile faintly and pretend all is well.
Until then I'll disappear into a sorrowful hell.